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Ok, I'm not gonna lie, these last two weeks were very stressful for me, so I took a small hiatus so I could get caught up on some things. I'm trying to update at least once a week, but I sincerely apologize if that doesn't happen. Bear with me.

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Chapter 10

Peggy and Steve had desks across from each other at the SSR, which was nice, but distracting at times.

This was one of those times.

Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of her today, and he couldn't quite pin down why. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed to grow more and more beautiful the longer he stared at her. Or maybe it was that he couldn't get over the fact that he was actually married to this beautiful creature. Maybe it was the fact that his wife was expecting a baby, and he was over the moon with excitement.

Either way, he felt giddy inside. It was like looking at her was a drug.

Peggy was, of course, completely aware of her husband's gaze.

"Are you going to gawk at me all afternoon? Or do you plan on actually doing some work for once?"

Steve grinned a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Peggy raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, maybe I did." Steve shrugged. "I can't help it. You're gorgeous."

Peggy bit her lip to hide her smile, and set down the file she was reading. She opened her mouth to speak, but froze, her gaze resting on something just over Steve's shoulder. He turned to see what had caused her to stop, and froze himself.

Bucky Barnes had just walked into the doors.

Steve and Peggy stood as he walked over to them. As he got closer, they could both see that something wasn't quite right. Bucky's eyes lacked their usual spark, and his gait was a bit more focused. He looked like a depressed man on a mission.

"Bucky? What are you-" Steve was cut off as Bucky's metal fist connected with his jaw, causing Steve to go flying into a filing cabinet. The filing cabinet fell over, papers scattering everywhere. Peggy used her arm to block Bucky's right hook, and landed a punch solidly on his nose. He recovered quickly, and threw his metal arm around her neck. He picked up a letter opener off the desk and held the point to Peggy's neck. Peggy kicked backwards and threw her hands forward at the same time, simultaneously moving the letter opener away from her neck and landing a solid kick to Bucky's knee. She heard a sharp crack as her heel made contact with his joint. He let out a grunt of pain, but stayed standing as Peggy moved away from him.

Peggy glanced over at Steve. He was lying face-down on the floor, out cold. Her gaze shifted back to Bucky, who was twirling the letter opener in his fingers. His face was full of malice, and his eyes looked dead. Peggy could feel herself growing tired; the baby was slowing her down. The other agents in the room had their guns trained on Bucky.

"Stop right there." One of the other agents, Thompson, took a step toward Bucky.

Bucky thrashed out, grabbing the gun and knocking Thompson out in one fluid movement. Where had Bucky been trained to fight like this?

The other agents opened fire, but Bucky held up a filing cabinet drawer to shield himself. The drawers were bullet proof due to the importance of the files they usually contained. Bucky rushed the agents, knocking the guns out of their hands and taking them out one by one. His back was to Peggy, so she decided to seize the moment. She picked up the stapler on her desk, opened it, and whipped it across the back of Bucky's neck. He turned to face her in surprise, and was met with three more staples to the face. Peggy smacked the stapler across his forehead one more time, and watched in satisfaction as Bucky slumped to the floor.

Everyone who wasn't currently unconscious stared at Peggy in shock. Peggy dropped the stapler, and rushed over to Steve, pushing the filing cabinet off of his back. He appeared to be OK, but there was a long gash on his forehead from where something had hit him. Other agents helped turn him over, and nurses filed in as the ambulence arrived.

Peggy stood and followed the stretcher with Steve on it, holding his hand. She was vaguely aware of people asking her questions, but their voices sounded distant. Her head was fuzzy, and vision blurred. Her neck hurt.

A few nurses lead her over to a different ambulance; Peggy was too dizzy to protest being separated from her husband. They lead her up into the back, layed her down on a cot, and shut the door.

That doesn't seem quite right. Peggy thought as she watched the door swing shut. She slid a hand up to her hurting neck, and felt something fall from it. She turned to see what it was.

A dart.

Her last thoughts before everything went dark were: Not again.

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